On the day the Sinking Battle began, Milady was surprisingly calm as she sat alone in her airship.
The sky around her was filled with one airship after another, all having departed from Haidu. Their holds were filled with contestants, reporters, and a lucky few who had won a spot in the audience. Together, they formed an armada, piercing the sea of clouds as they sailed slowly toward their destination: Fantasy Island.
Amelia had been right. This was indeed her greatest and most reliable opportunity to date.
Even if they were all just pieces played by the same hand, seizing this opportunity would make her the King on the board.
It was as if Milady had been preparing for this day since she was born. It was all or nothing. Now that the day had finally come, she felt a sense of relief.
